in the beginning, there was an immigration officer

I decided to stop for a moment and start this blog. Perseverance is no a rule with me, so not sure how long this will last. But oh well, just like tax deduction, I will enjoy it as long as it lasts.
I took this first stop at the Arlanda airport. I am in the middle of a busy terminal, and I can hear my heart beating. I even got to know some new voices in my head. There are a couple of seats marked “for handicapped persons”. No one is sitting there. I noticed two things that immediately made me realize I am not home.
The first was at the passport control. There was an EU line and a regular line. The regular line was busy, the EU one empty. The immigration officer at the EU line was just starting in space, when a couple approached him. They were not EU. After a few seconds of trying to explain that it’s not his job to do this, he accepted them. Do you realize what this means for an Israeli? Doing EXTRA work for no particular reason? No way Jose (or Moses).
Anyway, just a couple of thoughts on my first landing in Sweden. So far (and that is from the air and from the walk towards the Terminal [See a poor photograph I took]), it is the greenest place I’ve seen.
And Yellow.
I never saw so many yellow people in one place. Hell, I didn’t know there were so many VARIATIONS of yellow in this world. It’s like the 400 brand of wheat, or something.
One thing is pissing me off, though.
No free Wi Fi at the airport. Is this supposed to be an advanced country, or what?
Ok, enough of this for now.
Off to the bus stop.
Cheers